Something isn't right
As Draco Malfoy approached his ancestral home, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. He had always been meticulous about his schedule, but today, he had returned home earlier than intended.
With a sigh, he unlocked the front door and stepped inside. The grand entryway was empty, the portraits of his forefathers watching silently from their gilded frames. As he made his way through the hallway, he couldn't help but notice that the normally stately chandelier seemed to flicker ominously. A chill ran down his spine.
He rounded the corner and halted in surprise. There, coming from one of the guest bedrooms, was a cacophony of sounds that sent his heart racing. At first, he couldn't quite place them; they were soft, muffled, and rhythmic. But then, as he strained to listen, he realized with a jolt what they were: the sounds of pleasure. Someone was having sex in his house.